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 Romania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Circle Jerks to the grime 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.