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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Don Cherry to the punk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gun Club,
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Khruangbin,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
Boredoms,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
Blake Baxter,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.