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 Barbados and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 E-Dancer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
Excepter,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
Clear Light,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
T. Rex,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lungfish,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
cv313,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Normal,
Sällskapet,
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Fear,
Guru Guru,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pagans,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.