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 Laos and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grime 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones,
the Slits,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
Don Cherry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Essential Logic,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yellowson,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oblivians,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.