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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Iggy Pop to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
The Cowsills,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
CMW,
Chrome,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
Duran Duran,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.