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 Syria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Loose Ends to the crunk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
Youth Brigade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
John Lydon,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
the Swans,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.