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 Ireland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Avey Tare to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
The Techniques,
the Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
Minor Threat,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
X-101,
Magazine,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.