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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Amon Düül II to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
the Human League,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Invisible,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Sheep,
Technova,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
Eurythmics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.