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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Maurizio to the rap 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
Interpol,
Oblivians,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
Hashim,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
The Residents,
Technova,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.