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 Guyana and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Black Flag to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
Essential Logic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bad Manners,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Chrome,
Ossler,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Qualms,
Josef K,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
Lalann,
The Slits,
Marmalade,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funkadelic,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.