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 Somalia 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Dark Day,
The Evens,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
Rod Modell,
Public Enemy,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
Average White Band,
Little Man,
K-Klass,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Bourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liliput,
Wire,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
Ice-T,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
Symarip,
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Modern Lovers,
Yaz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.