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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eli Mardock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
Wings,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalann,
Bad Manners,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
Peter & Gordon,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Niagra,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.