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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Index to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
the Slits,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rotary Connection,
Erasure,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
Section 25,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
Whodini,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.