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 Malaysia and from London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
Can,
The Gun Club,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
Oblivians,
Symarip,
The Smiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Teasers,
Sarah Menescal,
Janne Schatter,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
Crime,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.