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 Monaco and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
Sun City Girls,
John Foxx,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
Rites of Spring,
Mars,
Massinfluence,
Infiniti,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave,
Suicide,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.