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 Austria and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
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 marimba 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 Electric Light Orchestra 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
Dorothy Ashby,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
The Tremeloes,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
The Invisible,
Swans,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Ituana,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
Max Romeo,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.