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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacques Brel,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
The Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Fraelich,
Mo-Dettes,
Dark Day,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Skaos,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.