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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blancmange to the electroclash 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
John Holt,
Monolake,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
R.M.O.,
Massinfluence,
Babytalk,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sixth Finger,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
U.S. Maple,
Roger Hodgson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
Bang On A Can,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
PIL,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
La Düsseldorf,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.