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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Von Mondo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Ponytail,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Nirvana,
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wally Richardson,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.