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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
Q65,
Magma,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
Black Moon,
Skarface,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
Cecil Taylor,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
John Cale,
Gong,
Alphaville,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Franke,
KRS-One,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
Warsaw,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
Moss Icon,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Lindisfarne,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.