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 Argentina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q65,
the Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
MDC,
The Zeros,
L. Decosne,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
The United States of America,
Faust,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
Rekid,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
Japan,
Skarface,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Lakeside,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
The Cramps,
Lyres,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.