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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June Days to the crunk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
John Lydon,
Minnie Riperton,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
Nas,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
Junior Murvin,
The Gap Band,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
Funky Four + One,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Green,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
The Pop Group,
Subhumans,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.