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 the UAE and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
DJ Style,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
The Slits,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
The Wake,
Neu!,
Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
Reagan Youth,
Franke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rekid,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.