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 Chile and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Urselle to the punk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
Section 25,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Depeche Mode,
Television,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.