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 Zimbabwe and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 The Five Americans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
Toni Rubio,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
Quantec,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
Crime,
Lalann,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag,
Joyce Sims,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
The Residents,
Magazine,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.