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 Dominica and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
The Leaves,
The Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Audionom,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
cv313,
Arcadia,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
Sparks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.