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 Mexico and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
Chrome,
Howard Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
Brick,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
Monolake,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
Ituana,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
Visage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.