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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Brass Construction to the dance 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Terry,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
Model 500,
Wings,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
Boredoms,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hoover,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bauhaus,
Jerry's Kids,
Aswad,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
Interpol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.