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 Poland and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Almond,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
Nas,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nico,
The Saints,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
This Heat,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
Charles Mingus,
Ultravox,
Pole,
The Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
Negative Approach,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
DNA,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson,
Angry Samoans,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.