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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sound,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
Khruangbin,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
Faust,
Stiv Bators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.