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 Malawi and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
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 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 John Foxx to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers 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?
Japan,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smoke,
Man Eating Sloth,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
Liliput,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
Shuggie Otis,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
Television,
Mark Hollis,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.