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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Junior Murvin to the punk 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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
Sugar Minott,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Royal Trux,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
Colin Newman,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.