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 South Africa and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Barbara Tucker to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Neu!,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
Simply Red,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
Lower 48,
Bobby Womack,
Technova,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.