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 Croatia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nik Kershaw to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
Pagans,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Icehouse,
The Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scion,
Easy Going,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.