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 Venezuela and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Leaves,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
The Smoke,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
Loose Ends,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.