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 Yemen and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jawbox to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
Robert Görl,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
The Red Krayola,
David McCallum,
Animal Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo,
Sugar Minott,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacob Miller,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.