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 Brazil and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joe Finger to the dance 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Wake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
Davy DMX,
Ronnie Foster,
Junior Murvin,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.