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 Afghanistan and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Dave Clark Five to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
Byron Stingily,
Technova,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
The Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
a-ha,
The Gap Band,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
FM Einheit,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.