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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Mojo Men to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
Erasure,
Lakeside,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
Pulsallama,
PIL,
Faraquet,
Quando Quango,
Shoche,
Interpol,
Ice-T,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fugs,
Skriet,
June of 44,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.