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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Peter & Gordon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
Black Flag,
Steve Hackett,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Japan,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
Nik Kershaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
the Bar-Kays,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.