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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Sight & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
The Toasters,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.