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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 The Golliwogs to the jazz 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
Newcleus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker,
Cybotron,
Judy Mowatt,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Clear Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
a-ha,
New Age Steppers,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.