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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Smoke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
Eve St. Jones,
10cc,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
Tres Demented,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Cameo,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
Sparks,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
Interpol,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.