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 Morocco and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
Jandek,
The Moleskins,
Royal Trux,
T.S.O.L.,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris & Cosey,
Hardrive,
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Victims,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.