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 Serbia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gories to the techno 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
Niagra,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
Harmonia,
Eric Copeland,
June of 44,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Index,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Sparks,
Ossler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
The Kinks,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.