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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 The Angels of Light to the grunge 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Half Japanese,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
Skaos,
The Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bad Manners,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Steve Hackett,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.