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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vladislav Delay,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liliput,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
Arthur Verocai,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
UT,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.