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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Avey Tare to the funk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Nico,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
The Saints,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
The Cure,
Television,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
Black Flag,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
Chrome,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Monks,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jawbox,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.