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 Taiwan and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Searchers to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
Urselle,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo,
New Order,
Excepter,
UT,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
Symarip,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skaos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.