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 Germany and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
Swans,
Black Pus,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.