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 Senegal and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
ABC,
Nirvana,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marine Girls,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.