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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Misunderstood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Idris Muhammad,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
Smog,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Vainqueur,
Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Association,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Piero Umiliani,
Motorama,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.