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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Duran Duran to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Procol Harum,
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
Ultravox,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
John Cale,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.