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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 DeepChord presents Echospace 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.