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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drive Like Jehu to the electroclash 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
Yaz,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
Sugar Minott,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
Wire,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
Eric Copeland,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.