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 Senegal and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Buckinghams,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Index,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang of Four,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
Boredoms,
Neu!,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
Motorama,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
JFA,
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.