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 Kenya and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Boredoms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
Rekid,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
Black Flag,
Monks,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.