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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Reuben Wilson to the rap 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
Pantytec,
Man Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Beau Brummels,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-101,
Quantec,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.