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 Mali and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Slits,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
The Offenders,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.