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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
The Martian,
Nico,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
Ohio Players,
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The Dave Clark Five,
Cameo,
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
X-101,
the Association,
Ice-T,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.