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 Lebanon and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Frankie Knuckles to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
Max Romeo,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
Accadde A,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
The Five Americans,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
Magma,
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.