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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
Minnie Riperton,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
The Blackbyrds,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
John Coltrane,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.