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 Chad 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
Bush Tetras,
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
Tommy Roe,
PIL,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry's Kids,
Basic Channel,
Index,
The Trojans,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
Hasil Adkins,
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
T.S.O.L.,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.