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 Romania 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Desert Stars,
Unwound,
Duran Duran,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
Q65,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
The Leaves,
Mr. Review,
Minutemen,
Pylon,
Banda Bassotti,
Boredoms,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
Grauzone,
Dark Day,
Yaz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.