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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Don Cherry to the jazz 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Section 25,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
UT,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
Cymande,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
Sixth Finger,
The Skatalites,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Mills,
Brick,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
Second Layer,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slits,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.