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 Slovenia and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Easy Going,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Harry Pussy,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
New Order,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.