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 South Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Hot Snakes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Interpol,
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
Sällskapet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Connie Case,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
Wings,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
Ronan,
China Crisis,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
David Axelrod,
Can,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.