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 China and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Yaz to the grime 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
Reuben Wilson,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
Skaos,
Derrick May,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yaz,
Shoche,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
Q65,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
OOIOO,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
Quantec,
The Leaves,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
Arab on Radar,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.