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 Chile and from London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Nirvana to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
Scion,
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
Lyres,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Heaven 17,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.