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 Italy 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 The Monochrome Set to the grime 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
Shoche,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
Scrapy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Nas,
The Victims,
Ituana,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.