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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slick Rick to the techno 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
Television,
The Busters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
The Pop Group,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slave,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Absolute Body Control,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.