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 Chile and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Wyatt,
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Brick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythm & Sound,
MC5,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.