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 Liberia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Sonny Sharrock to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Christie,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pop Group,
Sight & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
Fat Boys,
Nico,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Hill,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.