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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 China Crisis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
Aloha Tigers,
Jandek,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
Darondo,
Neu!,
Prince Buster,
Deadbeat,
the Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
cv313,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
B.T. Express,
The Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.