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 Denmark and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
Erasure,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
X-102,
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Machine,
Pulsallama,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Animal Collective,
Quadrant,
DJ Sneak,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
Sandy B,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
Slick Rick,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
Jandek,
Pole,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.