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 Niger and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
Chrome,
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
The Toasters,
Television Personalities,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
Mr. Review,
Harry Pussy,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
Mars,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
Audionom,
John Holt,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.