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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Janne Schatter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Robert Hood,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Teasers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
Rekid,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
X-102,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
Tubeway Army,
OOIOO,
Black Moon,
Angry Samoans,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.