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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Gories to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aural Exciters,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
ABC,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Index,
Marine Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
Pussy Galore,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Sandy B,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
Sixth Finger,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.