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 Jordan and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the punk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
John Coltrane,
Qualms,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick Morgan,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
Tears for Fears,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland,
PIL,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.