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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donny Hathaway to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
Q65,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yaz,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
Quantec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Victims,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
Erasure,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.