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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fortunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Lynne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Morten Harket,
Nico,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
a-ha,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
The Stooges,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
X-Ray Spex,
John Lydon,
Deepchord,
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
Harry Pussy,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.