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 Montenegro and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Bob Dylan,
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
the Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
Skarface,
AZ,
Clear Light,
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
Bauhaus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.