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 Madagascar 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry's Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire,
A Certain Ratio,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
The Standells,
Rekid,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
Scrapy,
Visage,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
Sister Nancy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
X-102,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DNA,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.