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 Mauritania and from New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande,
Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
The Tremeloes,
Mandrill,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.