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 Singapore and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
Flipper,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.