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 Korea North and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Stereo Dub to the crunk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
Ronan,
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis,
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep,
Zero Boys,
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.