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 Somalia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thompson Twins to the rock 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
Pagans,
Spoonie Gee,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
10cc,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
Aural Exciters,
Ultra Naté,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.