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 Bologna.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Buckinghams,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
Yaz,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
New York Dolls,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
New Order,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.