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 Korea South and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Scientists,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
T.S.O.L.,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Clarke,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
Skaos,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
Young Marble Giants,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ludus,
Urselle,
Section 25,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.