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 Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jawbox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
Marmalade,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
Moebius,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
the Bar-Kays,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.