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 Haiti and from New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Oblivians to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
T. Rex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
Amazonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
In Retrospect,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Metal Thangz,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doors,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.