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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Kas Product,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Pretty Things,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Sheep,
Television,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Ludus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Chris Corsano,
Make Up,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.