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 France and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Warsaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Remains,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
Ten City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.