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 Benin and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Lou Christie to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
The Star Department,
Mandrill,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
The Smiths,
T. Rex,
Goldenarms,
Yaz,
X-102,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
The Cure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.