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 Oman and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Holt,
The Victims,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
Henry Cow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlback,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Magazine,
Agent Orange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
Ultravox,
Parry Music,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
the Normal,
Urselle,
10cc,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
David McCallum,
Sex Pistols,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.