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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Associates to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
Can,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
Funky Four + One,
Second Layer,
Franke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Christie,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
Swans,
The Cure,
Smog,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
the Germs,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.