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 Libya and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 DJ Style to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.