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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
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 synthesizer 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 Sun Ra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
Camberwell Now,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
Aswad,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
La Düsseldorf,
Anakelly,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.