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 Georgia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
kango's stein massive,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
New Order,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Oneida,
cv313,
Crime,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sight & Sound,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
The Seeds,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
Pussy Galore,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.