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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Music Machine 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
Derrick May,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Michelle Simonal,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moleskins,
Zapp,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
Spandau Ballet,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
Surgeon,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.