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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Nils Olav to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
the Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
PIL,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
Connie Case,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
Marc Almond,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.