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 Gambia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Half Japanese to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Real Kids,
Jawbox,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
Section 25,
Brick,
Moebius,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Tropical Tobacco,
James White and The Blacks,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Iggy Pop,
Rakim,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.