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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronan to the grime 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman,
Duran Duran,
Television,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
Piero Umiliani,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.