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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Amon Düül to the rock 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
The Zeros,
Flipper,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mummies,
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
10cc,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
Pere Ubu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Icehouse,
Underground Resistance,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.