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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 FM Einheit to the electroclash 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
Matthew Bourne,
Scion,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
EPMD,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
Liliput,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
The Slits,
X-102,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
The Names,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.