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 Kitts & Nevis and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
Pussy Galore,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Teasers,
The Fall,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
KRS-One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel,
The Names,
Monolake,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.