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 Oman and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 OOIOO to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
cv313,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
K-Klass,
Skaos,
June of 44,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
Grey Daturas,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marmalade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
the Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.