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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yusef Lateef to the rock 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
The Names,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
the Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
Ituana,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
Jawbox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
Roxette,
Vainqueur,
EPMD,
CMW,
JFA,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
cv313,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.