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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Beau Brummels to the electroclash 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q65,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
Mo-Dettes,
the Bar-Kays,
K-Klass,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
AZ,
Cameo,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wolf Eyes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.