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 Uganda and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Radio Birdman,
The Red Krayola,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
The Motions,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
Visage,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
Yaz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Don Cherry,
Reagan Youth,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.