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 Turkey and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
Subhumans,
Glenn Branca,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quantec,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.