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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grunge 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
Bill Wells,
The Gories,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fat Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
Franke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
The Remains,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Altered Images,
The Human League,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
Gong,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
Joy Division,
Q65,
Roxette,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.