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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
Grey Daturas,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
The Martian,
PIL,
Model 500,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
Scott Walker,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.