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 Thailand and from Milan.
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 Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Eyeless In Gaza 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
Bauhaus,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
The Smoke,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
John Coltrane,
The Move,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.