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 El Salvador and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerrie Biddell to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Sällskapet,
the Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
Vladislav Delay,
Alice Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swell Maps,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed,
Spandau Ballet,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
LL Cool J,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
Altered Images,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.