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 Moldova and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sparks,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Starr,
Magazine,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
Jawbox,
Sugar Minott,
Talk Talk,
The Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
Anakelly,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.