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 Kazakhstan and from New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skatalites to the disco 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pole,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
ABC,
Kayak,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
Mantronix,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.