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 Albania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Marshall Jefferson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sonics,
June Days,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
Skriet,
Crime,
Ronan,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
Alison Limerick,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
Magma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
Alphaville,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.