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 Estonia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Tom Boy to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
Malaria!,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T.S.O.L.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
Blake Baxter,
The Count Five,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
The Slits,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
KRS-One,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.