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 Palau and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Matthew Halsall to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
New Order,
The Evens,
Donald Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ludus,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
The Index,
Kayak,
The American Breed,
Erasure,
Pussy Galore,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.