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 Belgium and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slits,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
Cymande,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Ice-T,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Brothers Johnson,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gories,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.