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 Jamaica 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fad Gadget to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
The Raincoats,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visage,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Thompson Twins,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Television,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Toni Rubio,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
PIL,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.