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 South Africa and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Scan 7 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
Guru Guru,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
Skriet,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
Nils Olav,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
Section 25,
Gong,
Cheater Slicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.