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 Moldova and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Isaac Hayes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
The Star Department,
Little Man,
Drexciya,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magazine,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
Index,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.