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 Australia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Minny Pops to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
Rufus Thomas,
Urselle,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Public Enemy,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.