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 Senegal and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marmalade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
H. Thieme,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
DNA,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
The Gories,
Interpol,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.