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 Qatar and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul II Soul to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
Quadrant,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
Second Layer,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
Agent Orange,
Little Man,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.