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 Algeria and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the crunk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
DNA,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
Ken Boothe,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu,
E-Dancer,
Babytalk,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
Wings,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.