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 Haiti and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the jazz 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deadbeat,
Simply Red,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
Oneida,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
A Certain Ratio,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
Liliput,
Soul II Soul,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Massinfluence,
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
The Gladiators,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott Heron,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.