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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 B.T. Express to the rap 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marmalade,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
Mr. Review,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
Unwound,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Japan,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gladiators,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Style,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
Television,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
UT,
Scion,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.