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 Belgium and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Whodini to the rock 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
Crime,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
Funkadelic,
Desert Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
the Association,
Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
Liliput,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.