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 Togo and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Coltrane to the crunk 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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
T.S.O.L.,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
Parry Music,
Moebius,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Half Japanese,
The Misunderstood,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed,
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.