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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Electric Prunes to the disco 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Funky Four + One,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Yazoo,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy Collins,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
The Standells,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.