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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Banda Bassotti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
DNA,
Jandek,
Bang On A Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sight & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.