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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Vainqueur to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 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?
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
Altered Images,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liliput,
Organ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
The Smiths,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.