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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Black Flag,
UT,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
Negative Approach,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
Loose Ends,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.