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 Korea North and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pulsallama 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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
Lightning Bolt,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.