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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
Eve St. Jones,
Joey Negro,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
Suicide,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
Scrapy,
The Standells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.