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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 John Holt to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalann,
Neil Young,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
Khruangbin,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.