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 Sweden 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Fear,
Livin' Joy,
Dead Boys,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
LL Cool J,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
The Grass Roots,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
Alphaville,
Nick Fraelich,
T.S.O.L.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
EPMD,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.