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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 CMW to the electroclash 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
Average White Band,
Von Mondo,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.