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 Greece and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Japan to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
Magazine,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
Quantec,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
Nick Fraelich,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
Bauhaus,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skriet,
Spandau Ballet,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.