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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DJ Sneak to the rap 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Associates,
Quantec,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
Dave Gahan,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Dual Sessions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.