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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Interpol 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
Section 25,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Roger Hodgson,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.