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 St Lucia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sex Pistols to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
Silicon Teens,
Faust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Radio Birdman,
Motorama,
Judy Mowatt,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
Nirvana,
the Association,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unwound,
The Litter,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.