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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Leaves,
Technova,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
New Order,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
Soft Machine,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
Erasure,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
Can,
Fatback Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.