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 Uganda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cal Tjader to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
Unwound,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
Tommy Roe,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
the Human League,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.