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 Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Negative Approach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
Dave Gahan,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
the Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Rekid,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
Ponytail,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
Glenn Branca,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sound,
a-ha,
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.