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 Barbados and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kas Product,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
Soft Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope,
Monolake,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
Erasure,
The Motions,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.