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 United States and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Babytalk to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
The Evens,
Magazine,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
Ten City,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
The Busters,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Clarke,
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.