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 Uganda and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
Sonic Youth,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
Franke,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Motorama,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
Faust,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.