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 Bangladesh and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
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 rhodes 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 Mary Jane Girls to the jazz 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
X-Ray Spex,
Wally Richardson,
Soul II Soul,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
Stereo Dub,
Moss Icon,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
World's Most,
The Red Krayola,
The Angels of Light,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
Crime,
Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.