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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
Cluster,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
cv313,
Faust,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
Youth Brigade,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
Marmalade,
The Blues Magoos,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
JFA,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.