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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 the Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Main Source,
June of 44,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
Technova,
Blancmange,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
Pagans,
The Gladiators,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
Janne Schatter,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
10cc,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.