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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Gun Club to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Kayak,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lungfish,
Mandrill,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
Funkadelic,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alton Ellis,
The Dead C,
Maleditus Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
FM Einheit,
Brothers Johnson,
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.