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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter and Kerry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
The Fuzztones,
The Toasters,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.