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 Cyprus and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
The Dirtbombs,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
DNA,
Accadde A,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
Fluxion,
Fugazi,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.