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 Greece and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Traffic Nightmare to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
Smog,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
Icehouse,
Cal Tjader,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
The Standells,
Crime,
Unwound,
The Smiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.