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 Antigua and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Alton Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
Can,
JFA,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
Mark Hollis,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
Todd Rundgren,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crime,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.