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 France and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
Technova,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
Faust,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
U.S. Maple,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.