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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Unwound to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül II,
La Düsseldorf,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
Alphaville,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
Faust,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.