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 Morocco and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Parry Music to the rap 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
Rekid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
Inner City,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gong,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yazoo,
the Association,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.