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 Finland and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Godley & Creme to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Move,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
Moebius,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Don Cherry,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Mantronix,
T.S.O.L.,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.