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 Philippines and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
H. Thieme,
Cybotron,
Magma,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic,
Brick,
Carl Craig,
New Order,
The Mojo Men,
The Barracudas,
X-101,
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
Scientists,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
The Busters,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.