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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Drexciya to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
Chris & Cosey,
Freddie Wadling,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
Thee Headcoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.