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 Singapore and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Au Pairs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs,
Depeche Mode,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.