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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gichy Dan to the funk 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erasure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
The Techniques,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
Crime,
Mad Mike,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
The Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.