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 Korea North and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Tears for Fears to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
10cc,
Arthur Verocai,
Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
The Move,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
Q65,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
The Human League,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.