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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 disco 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
Gong,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
Hashim,
ABBA,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
Fugazi,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
U.S. Maple,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.