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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
Chrome,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
Nico,
The Invisible,
Camouflage,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
The Buckinghams,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.