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 Cyprus and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Electric Prunes to the grunge 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
Gang Green,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
Niagra,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Normal,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.