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 Cuba and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Flesh Eaters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
10cc,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
Peter and Kerry,
Bauhaus,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
JFA,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
Deakin,
Whodini,
The Residents,
Ronan,
Jandek,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.