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 France and from London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
The Saints,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
Qualms,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
Rakim,
New Order,
Brick,
Suicide,
Scientists,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.