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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
The Martian,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Babytalk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
UT,
The Evens,
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.