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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Max Romeo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
Royal Trux,
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
Massinfluence,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.