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 Singapore and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Moon,
Gichy Dan,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
Neil Young,
X-101,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Almond,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Star Department,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.