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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Joe Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
The Litter,
Make Up,
Magazine,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
Little Man,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Malaria!,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.