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 Malawi and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Make Up to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
Bush Tetras,
Audionom,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maurizio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
David Axelrod,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.