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 Brazil and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Infiniti to the grunge 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Chrome,
Dark Day,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
Gang of Four,
Kayak,
Main Source,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
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.