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 Thailand and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
Mantronix,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ludus,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
Los Fastidios,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
Brick,
The Monks,
Hashim,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
Maleditus Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.