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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Hardrive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Gories,
Ludus,
Roxette,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
Can,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gladiators,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.