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 Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grunge 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
Chrome,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
EPMD,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
Oblivians,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
UT,
10cc,
Y Pants,
Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
Unwound,
Livin' Joy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.