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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Man Parrish to the rock 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
David Bowie,
Slave,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
The Trojans,
The J.B.'s,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.