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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crime,
Hashim,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Infiniti,
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.