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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
X-102,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
Yusef Lateef,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
Ohio Players,
Rosa Yemen,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
David Bowie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
The Evens,
Scion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
Can,
Ossler,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.