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 Mauritania and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
The Beau Brummels,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
Toni Rubio,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
Camouflage,
Can,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
Kaleidoscope,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.