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 Panama and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
Radiohead,
Visage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
Sight & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Barracudas,
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.