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 Mozambique and from London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rock 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry 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?
Scan 7,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
Morten Harket,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
a-ha,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
John Lydon,
Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Delta 5,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.