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 Belarus and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Tears for Fears to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag 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 techno 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Niagra,
Morten Harket,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
Symarip,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rakim,
Skriet,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Nas,
The Remains,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.