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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Amon Düül II to the electroclash 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Q65,
Groovy Waters,
Darondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shoche,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
Deakin,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Motions,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.