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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tears for Fears to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
The Names,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
Byron Stingily,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skaos,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
Angry Samoans,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.