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 Turkey and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gladiators to the electroclash 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Fall,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
Gong,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
F. McDonald,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.