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 Laos and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Steve Hackett to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Monks,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
Skaos,
Camberwell Now,
Sparks,
Yaz,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
Pagans,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.