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 Syria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Pierre Henry to the techno 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
Malaria!,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
Nils Olav,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Symarip,
Rekid,
Bill Wells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minutemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.