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 Chad and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Country Teasers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
Ten City,
The Names,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacques Brel,
Altered Images,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
MC5,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
Fear,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.