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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 The Red Krayola to the rap 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
Severed Heads,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
Q65,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
the Association,
Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Hashim,
China Crisis,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
In Retrospect,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
X-101,
The Victims,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.