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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Fatback Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.