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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barry Ungar,
UT,
Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
Das Ding,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
Deakin,
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Swans,
The Wake,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
Minnie Riperton,
Mr. Review,
Neu!,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.