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 Russia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
10cc,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
Bauhaus,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
Mad Mike,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
Talk Talk,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scientists,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
Wings,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.