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 Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Gap Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
Oneida,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
B.T. Express,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
Sound Behaviour,
Lee Hazlewood,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
Model 500,
The Dead C,
Blancmange,
Soulsonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
cv313,
E-Dancer,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.