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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
Ludus,
the Normal,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.