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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Standells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
Suicide,
Jeff Lynne,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Model 500,
Magma,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
MDC,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men,
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.