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 Syria and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Associates to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
In Retrospect,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
X-Ray Spex,
Yusef Lateef,
KRS-One,
Vladislav Delay,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
Scion,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiohead,
the Swans,
The Gun Club,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.