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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
DJ Sneak,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
The Names,
Black Moon,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
The Searchers,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.