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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders 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?
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Lydon,
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
The Standells,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
ABBA,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
The Alarm Clocks,
AZ,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.