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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
New York Dolls,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett,
Swans,
Cymande,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
Outsiders,
the Germs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
Supertramp,
Q65,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
Deadbeat,
Basic Channel,
Second Layer,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hoover,
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.