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 China and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Pantytec to the grunge 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
The Kinks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Michelle Simonal,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
the Slits,
Funkadelic,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
Wings,
Joy Division,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.