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 Latvia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Yazoo to the rap 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moss Icon,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
June of 44,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Scrapy,
X-102,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
Icehouse,
Groovy Waters,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glenn Branca,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MC5,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.