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 Romania and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Wells,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
CMW,
Das Ding,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
Interpol,
The Last Poets,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.