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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Easy Going to the disco 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
Alice Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
Q65,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Index,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti,
10cc,
Roger Hodgson,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
Juan Atkins,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
Marine Girls,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.