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 San Marino and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fugazi to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Smog,
The Black Dice,
Tubeway Army,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
Shuggie Otis,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
Radio Birdman,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
This Heat,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacques Brel,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
The Fugs,
Fear,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
the Normal,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hashim,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
Technova,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.