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 China and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Second Layer to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Laurel Aitken,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
DNA,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
Rotary Connection,
James White and The Blacks,
Supertramp,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
Nas,
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
Excepter,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
Harmonia,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.