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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Görl to the techno 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
Main Source,
Moebius,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television,
Yusef Lateef,
ABBA,
The Offenders,
The Happenings,
Zapp,
Mandrill,
The Doors,
Rod Modell,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wings,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
Mr. Review,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
Index,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
Warsaw,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.