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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Al Stewart to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Names,
John Cale,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Terry Callier,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
The Grass Roots,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
Outsiders,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Interpol,
Organ,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.