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 San Marino and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television Personalities to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lower 48,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
Public Image Ltd.,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mark Hollis,
Slave,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas,
Television,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.