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 Peru and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crime,
Half Japanese,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy,
Boredoms,
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
JFA,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
The Beau Brummels,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
OOIOO,
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.