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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Tom Boy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Pussy Galore,
The Happenings,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.