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 Hungary and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tears for Fears to the grime 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
EPMD,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
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Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
Dual Sessions,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Adolescents,
Main Source,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül II,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Prince Buster,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quadrant,
Funky Four + One,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental 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.