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 Peru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
Gong,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
Maurizio,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
Pere Ubu,
The Associates,
Whodini,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.