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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Black Flag to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
Laurel Aitken,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
Faraquet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
F. McDonald,
Susan Cadogan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
Mars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.