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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Barrington Levy to the grime 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Make Up,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Happenings,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
June Days,
Ituana,
The United States of America,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Sherman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
Scientists,
K-Klass,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.