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 Brazil and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Eric Copeland to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
The Human League,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
The Gun Club,
Organ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
E-Dancer,
X-102,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.