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 Germany and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Roy Ayers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
ABBA,
Mars,
Neil Young,
The Sound,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.