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 Suriname 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Rundgren to the grime 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
Boredoms,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
F. McDonald,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
John Lydon,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
Monks,
Pere Ubu,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
Niagra,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
The Blackbyrds,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Agent Orange,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
Sällskapet,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.