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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Move to the techno 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Henry Cow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
Magma,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swans,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
Procol Harum,
MC5,
Section 25,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
Joey Negro,
The Vogues,
Jawbox,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Al Stewart,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.