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 Korea South and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Drexciya to the punk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
The Cure,
Deepchord,
Ronan,
Minor Threat,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
Essential Logic,
Anakelly,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
Rekid,
Delta 5,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
In Retrospect,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.