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 Philippines and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Drive Like Jehu to the techno 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
Warren Ellis,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
Crime,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
Nico,
The Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.