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 Panama and from Tehran.
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 Beijing and Columbus.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Crooked Eye to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Style,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
Piero Umiliani,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
World's Most,
Audionom,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players,
Pere Ubu,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.