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 Norway and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
Mad Mike,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
Marvin Gaye,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
The Cowsills,
the Human League,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxy Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Sex Pistols,
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
Anthony Braxton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.