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 Libya and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Darondo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All the Germs 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Amon Düül,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
Bob Dylan,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slave,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.