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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
PIL,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
The Count Five,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.