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 Hungary and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Organ to the disco 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marmalade,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moody Blues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
The Dead C,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
Television,
David Axelrod,
Crime,
Franke,
EPMD,
Slick Rick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs,
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Accadde A,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
Inner City,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.