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 Algeria and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Derrick May to the electroclash 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
EPMD,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Connie Case,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
Jeru the Damaja,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
Sonic Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
Mandrill,
Yaz,
Heaven 17,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.