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 South Sudan and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Pretty Things to the crunk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
Urselle,
DNA,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
CMW,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cybotron,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
Altered Images,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
Pere Ubu,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
John Lydon,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.