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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Wally Richardson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Eating Sloth,
a-ha,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Star Department,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-102,
Malaria!,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sarah Menescal,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.