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 Thailand and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Parry Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Copeland,
The Gories,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Bush Tetras,
Black Pus,
The Divine Comedy,
Mandrill,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes,
Icehouse,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Bauhaus,
Janne Schatter,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.