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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 ABBA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
MDC,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
F. McDonald,
UT,
Pulsallama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gong,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
The Cramps,
10cc,
Magma,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
Accadde A,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
The Fortunes,
Urselle,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.