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 Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Deadbeat to the rock 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
F. McDonald,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Ohio Players,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
Black Sheep,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.