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 Swaziland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Cramps to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
10cc,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
The Dead C,
Cheater Slicks,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
Altered Images,
Fear,
The Busters,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nas,
Boz Scaggs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.