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 Greece and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
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 oboe 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 Carl Craig to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
L. Decosne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camberwell Now,
Dual Sessions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.