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 Kenya and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ken Boothe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
Vainqueur,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Organ,
Simply Red,
Albert Ayler,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
X-101,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
David Axelrod,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
Max Romeo,
Technova,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.