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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fat Boys 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance,
Liliput,
Mad Mike,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
FM Einheit,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Sällskapet,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Swell Maps,
Television,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
Lungfish,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Style,
Monks,
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.