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 Fiji and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rap 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
Cymande,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters,
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wally Richardson,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Görl,
Fugazi,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
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.