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 United States and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Prince Buster to the dance 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
The Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
The Smiths,
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
Ituana,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Mark Hollis,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
The Evens,
The Saints,
Scion,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.