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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Pylon,
The Vogues,
Stetsasonic,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.