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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Section 25 to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
PIL,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
Tommy Roe,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
MC5,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visage,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
Lalann,
ABBA,
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
John Holt,
The Seeds,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.