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 Maldives and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Howard Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
Erasure,
Sex Pistols,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
Yaz,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
Terry Callier,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
The Fuzztones,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
David McCallum,
MC5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liliput,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Sneak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.