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 Serbia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 The Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Christie,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
The Angels of Light,
Fluxion,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
Fear,
The Motions,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.