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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reagan Youth,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
Smog,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sällskapet,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harmonia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Bob Dylan,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.