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 Italy and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Bang On A Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter & Gordon,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.