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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dual Sessions to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis,
Deadbeat,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
Television,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
The Trojans,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
the Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
Vladislav Delay,
Pole,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultra Naté,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo,
Suicide,
Skaos,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.