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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pussy Galore to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Association,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
The Sound,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lindisfarne,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
X-102,
The Smoke,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
Darondo,
Cameo,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.