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 Togo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Slick Rick to the dance 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Organ,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Flipper,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
Minutemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kayak,
New Age Steppers,
The Black Dice,
Sam Rivers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
Marine Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.