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 Singapore and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Joe Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance 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?
Hasil Adkins,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
The Motions,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.