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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 In Retrospect to the disco 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
Crime,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Intrusion,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
The Toasters,
R.M.O.,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.