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 Portugal and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Shuggie Otis to the grime 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Copeland,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
The Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gong,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
Piero Umiliani,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.