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 Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Joyce Sims to the rock 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 World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rakim,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Q65,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Starr,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
Slave,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
Lindisfarne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.