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 Norway and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Second Layer to the dance 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
Massinfluence,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
The Grass Roots,
Scion,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Thee Headcoats,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.