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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Eric Copeland to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Searchers,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
Tom Boy,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Public Image Ltd.,
MDC,
Prince Buster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
cv313,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
June Days,
The Vogues,
X-101,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.