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 Brazil and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Schoolly D to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
ABC,
Funky Four + One,
The Wake,
Hoover,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
Maurizio,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Style,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
Slave,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.