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 Namibia and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Judy Mowatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
The Smiths,
Slave,
Anakelly,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drexciya,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
the Germs,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
the Slits,
Liliput,
Bob Dylan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys,
The Names,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.