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 Brunei and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 This Heat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
Can,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
Roger Hodgson,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Niagra,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
The American Breed,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.