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 Brazil and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Kurtis Blow to the electroclash 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Slave,
The Smiths,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Pussy Galore,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magazine,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonic Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.