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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day,
FM Einheit,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
Delta 5,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pagans,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
cv313,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.