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 Cuba and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eli Mardock to the jazz 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sixth Finger,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
The Names,
The Litter,
The Standells,
Grey Daturas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
Donny Hathaway,
KRS-One,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Liliput,
Josef K,
Television,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
Cluster,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.