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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tommy Roe to the funk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Wings,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
Index,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
the Association,
Aswad,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
Young Marble Giants,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.