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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Halsall to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
Can,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
D'Angelo,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
Radio Birdman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
Pole,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
Brass Construction,
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.