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 Italy and from Seoul.
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 Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Ponytail to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Sexual Harrassment,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
Drexciya,
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
Nirvana,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Sam Rivers,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
The Evens,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.