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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Selecter 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
Slave,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Audionom,
The Cowsills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
Bill Wells,
Accadde A,
The Human League,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.