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 Mexico and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
Banda Bassotti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
Adolescents,
Don Cherry,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lyres,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Radiopuhelimet,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.