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 Mexico and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Brothers Johnson to the grime 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Funkadelic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department,
Minnie Riperton,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
Fluxion,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.