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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drexciya to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Patti Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
Man Parrish,
X-101,
The Mummies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Technova,
Skriet,
Mars,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
Sparks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
Q65,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.