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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
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 synthesizer 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 Yazoo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons,
Maurizio,
Lalann,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cowsills,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
Aswad,
Fad Gadget,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Franke,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crime,
Talk Talk,
Icehouse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fear,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.