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 China and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Masters at Work to the grime 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
The Kinks,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
X-102,
the Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect,
The Real Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.