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 Congo and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
Alice Coltrane,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faraquet,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
Skaos,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
Model 500,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.