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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Josef K,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
Moebius,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Ultravox,
Slave,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.