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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
The Vogues,
Angry Samoans,
John Cale,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
The Victims,
Darondo,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
Rakim,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.