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 Mali and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Peter & Gordon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
The Index,
Howard Jones,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Smog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
Max Romeo,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
X-102,
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
Scion,
Angry Samoans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
JFA,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
Zero Boys,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.