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 Syria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
The Zeros,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
Unwound,
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.