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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Heaven 17,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
The Skatalites,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mo-Dettes,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.