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 Poland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 The Gories to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moebius,
Symarip,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Tremeloes,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
U.S. Maple,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
Chris Corsano,
Nik Kershaw,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
the Slits,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Skaos,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.