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 Singapore and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
The Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Nas,
DJ Style,
Rakim,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.