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 Brazil and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Oblivians to the grime 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Gong,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
cv313,
Kayak,
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ossler,
Brand Nubian,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
Subhumans,
Black Pus,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
James White and The Blacks,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
Camberwell Now,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.