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 El Salvador and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Camouflage,
New Age Steppers,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
Accadde A,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
10cc,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mandrill,
Peter and Kerry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
The Cowsills,
Schoolly D,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.