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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Misunderstood to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
Crash Course in Science,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
Michelle Simonal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
Little Man,
Make Up,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
Japan,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
Fatback Band,
Malaria!,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.