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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Henry Cow to the crunk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
Franke,
The Knickerbockers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kurtis Blow,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MC5,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.