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 Georgia and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fort Wilson Riot 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal 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?
Dual Sessions,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Neon Judgement,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
Harmonia,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
MC5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.