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 Korea South and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tropical Tobacco to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warsaw,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Niagra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
The Martian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fear,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Brick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Desert Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
Mr. Review,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
Yellowson,
The Move,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.