Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Costa Rica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Deadbeat to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Nico,
Wings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
Trumans Water,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
Sam Rivers,
Suburban Knight,
Visage,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
Lakeside,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.