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 Andorra and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 The Leaves to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pole,
Derrick May,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
Von Mondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
Pylon,
Sun City Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
Slave,
X-101,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.