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 Maldives and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Almond,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.