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 Barbados and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Wells to the grunge 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Sparks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
Arab on Radar,
Magazine,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Count Five,
Suburban Knight,
The Slackers,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Thompson Twins,
the Slits,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stetsasonic,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.