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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Delta 5 to the rock 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
Cybotron,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hoover,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
Urselle,
Wings,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis,
Index,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
Interpol,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.