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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Modern Lovers to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
Fugazi,
The Move,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
The Walker Brothers,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
The Wake,
Shoche,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.