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 Uganda and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the dance 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Quantec,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II,
DNA,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
World's Most,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suburban Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Flag,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.