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 Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ten City to the techno 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
The Barracudas,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Style,
The American Breed,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
LL Cool J,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
10cc,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liliput,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Procol Harum,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
The Fall,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.