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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Milan and Seoul.
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 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
Mantronix,
Interpol,
Erasure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
Vainqueur,
Josef K,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers,
Pere Ubu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.