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 Ecuador and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Rites of Spring to the disco 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantytec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
The Music Machine,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Foxx,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.