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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Tommy Roe to the rap 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
World's Most,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
The Litter,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
The Kinks,
The Cure,
Lalann,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Newcleus,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
The Human League,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.