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 Denmark and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Five Americans to the rock 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
Neu!,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
Aural Exciters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
Chris Corsano,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.