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 South Africa and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra to the dance 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Desert Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
Brass Construction,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
Q65,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Move,
Unwound,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
The Happenings,
Average White Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.