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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 The Names to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
Gang Green,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
Suicide,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
CMW,
AZ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
Goldenarms,
Q and Not U,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.