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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Soul II Soul to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
Flipper,
Blancmange,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
The Mojo Men,
The Five Americans,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantytec,
Crime,
Gang of Four,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.