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 Benin and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Trumans Water to the techno 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.