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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Althea and Donna to the jazz 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
Gabor Szabo,
Main Source,
The Doors,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
Byron Stingily,
Liliput,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Quadrant,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
E-Dancer,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
Ossler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.