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 Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
Main Source,
CMW,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
Pagans,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
Zapp,
In Retrospect,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
X-102,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.