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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance 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?
Althea and Donna,
Desert Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
The Buckinghams,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
KRS-One,
Gong,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
Ten City,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.