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 Libya and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mr. Review to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stiv Bators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
Urselle,
Bauhaus,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
D'Angelo,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Buzzcocks,
Crime,
The Selecter,
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.