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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 This Heat to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Blackbyrds,
Fad Gadget,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
the Sonics,
PIL,
Nico,
Ultravox,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
Todd Terry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Order,
Monolake,
Section 25,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
Motorama,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
John Cale,
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.