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 Argentina and from Lyon.
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 Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hashim to the dance 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu 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 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Parry Music,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
Lalann,
Pagans,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Rundgren,
Television,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Smog,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rosa Yemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis,
Ituana,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.