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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Smoke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Piero Umiliani,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
These Immortal Souls,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
Anakelly,
Lou Christie,
Visage,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
Skaos,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.