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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
Black Flag,
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.