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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalann,
Moby Grape,
the Fania All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
Motorama,
Leonard Cohen,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Procol Harum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.