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 El Salvador and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lyres to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
Minor Threat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller,
Index,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doors,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
Rotary Connection,
The Golliwogs,
Quando Quango,
Prince Buster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drexciya,
Marmalade,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.