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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Q65 to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
Smog,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
Eurythmics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yaz,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
John Foxx,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
Oneida,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
Q65,
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moss Icon,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
cv313,
Clear Light,
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.