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 Benin and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
Pantytec,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Arcadia,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
Erasure,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.