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 Senegal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
DJ Style,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T. Rex,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.