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 Montenegro and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Motorama to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Wake,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Hood,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
Aloha Tigers,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.