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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joyce Sims to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Selecter,
Symarip,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The New Christs,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantytec,
Moss Icon,
PIL,
The Dead C,
Crime,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.