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 Chile and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Rundgren 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
Ohio Players,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
The Motions,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Association,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.