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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Anthony Braxton to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q65,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yaz,
Godley & Creme,
Skarface,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reuben Wilson,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.