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 Israel and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Grauzone to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
Fear,
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pole,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.