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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Kas Product to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül,
The Smoke,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
10cc,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Style,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yaz,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
Neu!,
Sun City Girls,
Schoolly D,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Section 25,
Stetsasonic,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Names,
Harry Pussy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.