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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Main Source to the techno 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
Q65,
K-Klass,
Flipper,
Supertramp,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson,
X-101,
Brass Construction,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
The Buckinghams,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
Infiniti,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.