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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood,
Organ,
The Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
Fat Boys,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.