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 Estonia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 ABBA to the rock 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
Warsaw,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
Loose Ends,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
Ultravox,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
Soul II Soul,
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Nirvana,
Cameo,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Deakin,
Au Pairs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
Arab on Radar,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.