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 Dominica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Country Teasers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
Moby Grape,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Excepter,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
Tom Boy,
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
Tubeway Army,
Mars,
Fat Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
Nico,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.