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 Italy and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eden Ahbez to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispy Ambulance,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
DNA,
Wire,
Drexciya,
Shuggie Otis,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vainqueur,
Motorama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Deakin,
Chris Corsano,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.