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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
The Fugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Vainqueur,
Terrestrial Tones,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
Byron Stingily,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.