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 Nauru and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Organ to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bush Tetras,
the Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
Sparks,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons,
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.