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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Hashim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic,
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Marine Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
Malaria!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
10cc,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
Alphaville,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Image Ltd.,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
Unwound,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
Mandrill,
Dead Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.