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 Comoros and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Zero Boys,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
Thompson Twins,
Television,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Duran Duran,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
Radio Birdman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mantronix,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
Graham Central Station,
Mars,
Lungfish,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Altered Images,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.