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 .
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pharoah Sanders to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cameo,
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultravox,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
The Offenders,
Television,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
Dennis Brown,
Warsaw,
The Index,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.