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 United States and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Pylon to the punk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Swans,
The Vogues,
Scion,
The Names,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
Country Teasers,
Marmalade,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
Public Enemy,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.