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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Livin' Joy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
Gong,
Animal Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
LL Cool J,
Barbara Tucker,
X-101,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
Television,
the Germs,
Little Man,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magazine,
Second Layer,
Crash Course in Science,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Rekid,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
Interpol,
Yazoo,
MDC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.