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 Haiti and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
EPMD,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
Newcleus,
Rotary Connection,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Happenings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
Hardrive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Althea and Donna,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
UT,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel,
Essential Logic,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Masters at Work,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
The Walker Brothers,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.