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 Cambodia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 X-101 to the jazz 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
Porter Ricks,
X-101,
The Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Copeland,
Monks,
Kayak,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
Cluster,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Sneak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
Drexciya,
The Remains,
Ken Boothe,
Nik Kershaw,
the Association,
The Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
H. Thieme,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.