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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 James White and The Blacks to the jazz 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Suicide 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 disco 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Grey Daturas,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rufus Thomas,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
Ultra Naté,
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
Brick,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
Soft Machine,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Lindisfarne,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.