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 Belgium 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Music Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
Brick,
The Pop Group,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Malaria!,
Banda Bassotti,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.