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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Blake Baxter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Babytalk,
JFA,
Funkadelic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
Average White Band,
Trumans Water,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
Lightning Bolt,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.