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 Denmark and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Colin Newman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
Flipper,
Al Stewart,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
Magazine,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
Hoover,
Monks,
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
John Cale,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
Nation of Ulysses,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
Basic Channel,
Byron Stingily,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
The Residents,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.