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 Senegal and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
These Immortal Souls,
Scion,
Technova,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Faust,
Erasure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
The Beau Brummels,
Vladislav Delay,
Young Marble Giants,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
Kayak,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.