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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Misunderstood to the punk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hoover,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blossom Toes,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wire,
Shoche,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
Niagra,
Supertramp,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
the Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Techniques,
Gong,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.