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 Senegal and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sixth Finger 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Josef K,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
This Heat,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme,
the Swans,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Warsaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Essential Logic,
Hoover,
Kayak,
The Associates,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Toasters,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
Juan Atkins,
Laurel Aitken,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
ABBA,
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.