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 Korea North and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Names,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
Graham Central Station,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
Gichy Dan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Steve Hackett,
Fatback Band,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.