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 Lesotho and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cowsills 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
the Association,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
Grauzone,
Ponytail,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
The Durutti Column,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.