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 Oman and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
Crime,
Juan Atkins,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
Ossler,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Magazine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
Brass Construction,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.