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 Ethiopia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
Gong,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
UT,
Pagans,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Almond,
Thee Headcoats,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.