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 Mongolia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flamin' Groovies,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC,
JFA,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
Davy DMX,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Television,
Q65,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.