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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Derrick May to the electroclash 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
Angry Samoans,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
The Gories,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
China Crisis,
Qualms,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
Graham Central Station,
Jacob Miller,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.