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 Norway and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Jandek to the dance 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
La Düsseldorf,
Steve Hackett,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ice-T,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
Niagra,
The Fall,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.