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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
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 Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Donny Hathaway to the disco 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Bowie,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
Loose Ends,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
June Days,
The Star Department,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.