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 Niger and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Bobby Womack to the dance 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
Fluxion,
Nico,
The Vogues,
Nas,
Monolake,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
Blancmange,
Angry Samoans,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pop Group,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Josef K,
Suicide,
Ronnie Foster,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
Lyres,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.