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 Germany and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DJ Sneak to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Howard Jones,
Yaz,
The Moleskins,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
UT,
Faust,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
KRS-One,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Interpol,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.