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 Swaziland and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Monolake to the grunge 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
Eve St. Jones,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
Excepter,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry's Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Trumans Water,
The Barracudas,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minnie Riperton,
Lyres,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.