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 Japan and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
John Holt,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Fat Boys,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
One Last Wish,
Scientists,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
K-Klass,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.