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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tubeway Army to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
Supertramp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Symarip,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
Mantronix,
Faraquet,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
The Seeds,
The Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerri Chandler,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.