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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Happenings to the rap 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
The Sonics,
Easy Going,
Unrelated Segments,
Zapp,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
JFA,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.