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 China and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 The Count Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
10cc,
Main Source,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drexciya,
Dark Day,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip,
David McCallum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
DJ Style,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suicide,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.