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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
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 snare 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 Lalo Schifrin to the punk 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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
Fluxion,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
X-101,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pop Group,
Big Daddy Kane,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.