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 France and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Standells to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Ponytail,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
Franke,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Red Krayola,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
MDC,
Cymande,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
Motorama,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delta 5,
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
Ituana,
PIL,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
The Gories,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.