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 Spain and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 the Fania All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
Tom Boy,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
The Names,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
cv313,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Infiniti,
Von Mondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Technova,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
The Count Five,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minutemen,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
The Evens,
The Zeros,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.