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 South Africa and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Bobbi Humphrey,
a-ha,
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalann,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smoke,
The Tremeloes,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
Kenny Larkin,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Sällskapet,
Hoover,
The Star Department,
Pole,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.