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 Israel and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
10cc,
The Monks,
Terry Callier,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
The Star Department,
Barrington Levy,
Q and Not U,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra,
Heaven 17,
Blancmange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
Franke,
The Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock,
Can,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lower 48,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.