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 Nauru and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
Jimmy McGriff,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
Ultravox,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Japan,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet,
Tubeway Army,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
the Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
Alton Ellis,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.