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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
Underground Resistance,
Japan,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
JFA,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
Kayak,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
Rufus Thomas,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers,
Shoche,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.