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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Technova,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
Hashim,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
Fear,
The Happenings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Finger,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sex Pistols,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Urselle,
Lindisfarne,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
Kas Product,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.