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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
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 mellotron 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 The Beau Brummels to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
Livin' Joy,
Pere Ubu,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visage,
Nirvana,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.