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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Aaron Thompson 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
the Fania All-Stars,
PIL,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.