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 Albania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Maurizio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Martian,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
The Saints,
Skriet,
Subhumans,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.