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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Normal to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
Ronan,
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
Skaos,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
Flipper,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
Liliput,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.