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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Trojans to the grime 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
Liliput,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
Flipper,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
Junior Murvin,
the Germs,
Interpol,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cybotron,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Adolescents,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
Altered Images,
MC5,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.