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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Ice-T,
OOIOO,
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
Can,
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.