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 Australia and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
Magazine,
Sight & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
Bronski Beat,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
Groovy Waters,
Flamin' Groovies,
MC5,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
Motorama,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stiv Bators,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Standells,
EPMD,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.