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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the funk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Franke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
Scion,
Alphaville,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marmalade,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.