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 Palau and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Wake to the electroclash 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fugs,
The Mummies,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
Franke,
Jacob Miller,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.