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 Spain and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 F. McDonald to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Eddi Front,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
The Evens,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
Skarface,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
Supertramp,
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q65,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Altered Images,
Wings,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
Babytalk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.