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 Seychelles and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 The Selecter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
The Toasters,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Con Funk Shun,
Bush Tetras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.