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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Mad Mike to the funk 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Sound,
The Smoke,
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy,
The Names,
Rakim,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
Moby Grape,
the Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Kas Product,
John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
Monks,
The Standells,
Pylon,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Move,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.