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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Age Steppers to the dance 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers,
the Association,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
Wings,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monks,
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bob Dylan,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Ossler,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
Oneida,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Basic Channel,
Byron Stingily,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.