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 Belize and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Christs to the disco 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Monks,
Radio Birdman,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies,
The Black Dice,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
Lower 48,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.