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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rod Modell to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Wyatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Ice-T,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.