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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Nirvana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kayak,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Jacob Miller,
Vainqueur,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Popol Vuh,
Model 500,
The Fall,
Marmalade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.