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 Chile and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lindisfarne to the rap 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Wings,
The Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Yaz,
The Gladiators,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
The American Breed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
Delta 5,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
Fad Gadget,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.