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 Burundi and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
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 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 Sun Ra to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
Ronan,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Anakelly,
Scion,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.