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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Axelrod to the crunk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mad Mike,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
Lalann,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
The Seeds,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
Arcadia,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Yaz,
X-102,
X-101,
Ossler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Rundgren,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
The Golliwogs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.