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 Uganda and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Walker Brothers to the funk 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
Index,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
DNA,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
The Martian,
The Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
June of 44,
Wings,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.