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 Estonia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 The Barracudas to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Pylon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
cv313,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
Unwound,
Ronan,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
Urselle,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
Grey Daturas,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
The Names,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Don Cherry,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Agent Orange,
The Happenings,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.