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 Ivory Coast and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
Charles Mingus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
Leonard Cohen,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
Monolake,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
Wings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
Scientists,
Parry Music,
CMW,
Nico,
Fear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
The Buckinghams,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.