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 Belize and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
Q65,
Gil Scott Heron,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
Simply Red,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.