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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Mandrill,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
Technova,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
The Cowsills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
The Kinks,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
The Victims,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.