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 the UAE and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Trojans to the techno 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
Camberwell Now,
Radio Birdman,
Ituana,
The Five Americans,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Basic Channel,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry,
Deepchord,
Altered Images,
Interpol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
48th St. Collective,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
Lou Reed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.