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 Malaysia and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Alarm Clocks to the punk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Panda Bear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
China Crisis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
Nico,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
The Blackbyrds,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.