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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Names to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
Minny Pops,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Juan Atkins,
World's Most,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Holt,
Pagans,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.