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 Andorra and from London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Byrd to the techno 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dirtbombs,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
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The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
Magazine,
The Names,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
The New Christs,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.