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 Russia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
Eurythmics,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
Swans,
the Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
Scion,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Nas,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
Stereo Dub,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
Niagra,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.