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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tears for Fears to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
Loose Ends,
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Japan,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Faust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
John Lydon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
The Gap Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Television,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
The Human League,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.