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 Ireland and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the funk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
AZ,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
Hasil Adkins,
Circle Jerks,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mr. Review,
the Association,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai,
Nik Kershaw,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.