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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.