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 Malta and from New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the dance 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Eurythmics,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks,
Das Ding,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blues Magoos,
Kenny Larkin,
MDC,
Maleditus Sound,
Motorama,
Pussy Galore,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pagans,
This Heat,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.