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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eurythmics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
Index,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
Fear,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Magazine,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
KRS-One,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
Marmalade,
Anakelly,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.