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 United States and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 The Residents to the dance 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faust,
China Crisis,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swell Maps,
Schoolly D,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.