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 Zimbabwe 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
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 rhodes 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 Animal Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Warsaw,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
Sällskapet,
Malaria!,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Lydon,
Procol Harum,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
Wire,
the Normal,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.