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 Ireland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Section 25 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
Skriet,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
Kayak,
Pierre Henry,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.