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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Make Up to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
Deadbeat,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
Yazoo,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
New Order,
Gong,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
The Kinks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.