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 Slovenia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Harry Pussy to the jazz 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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deadbeat,
Nico,
The Pop Group,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
Massinfluence,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
R.M.O.,
Black Pus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Little Man,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Terry,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.