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 Finland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rap 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
Blancmange,
Jandek,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liliput,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
the Human League,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brass Construction,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
Spoonie Gee,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
Kurtis Blow,
Alphaville,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Malaria!,
Freddie Wadling,
AZ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.