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 Cameroon and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 The Cosmic Jokers 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
Motorama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
Pagans,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
the Association,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
Funkadelic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
Ossler,
The Count Five,
Can,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.