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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
New York Dolls,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
Make Up,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
Nas,
Faust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
Technova,
The Remains,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.