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 Mexico and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rock 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hashim,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
Whodini,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.