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 the UAE 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arcadia to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
Make Up,
Television,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Parry Music,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
World's Most,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
Bill Near,
Rapeman,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
D'Angelo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
Howard Jones,
The Pop Group,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.