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 Nepal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 DNA to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Buckinghams,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
MC5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Cecil Taylor,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
Unwound,
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
Ituana,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.