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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Arab on Radar 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eve St. Jones,
PIL,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Association,
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
Main Source,
The Fall,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
Carl Craig,
Excepter,
The Sound,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
Cymande,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
Negative Approach,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
Pole,
The Associates,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
The Dead C,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.