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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Wire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
Wally Richardson,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cowsills,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
Black Flag,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fall,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camberwell Now,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.