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 Poland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Icehouse to the rap 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders,
Donald Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris Corsano,
Howard Jones,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
Los Fastidios,
The Pop Group,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
John Coltrane,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.