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 Gambia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide 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 Connie Case to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
Johnny Osbourne,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rakim,
The Victims,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
Q65,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
Tom Boy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
The Slackers,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
The Angels of Light,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.