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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warsaw to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
Magma,
Nico,
Ken Boothe,
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
Ornette Coleman,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lower 48,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
Howard Jones,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
Prince Buster,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.