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 Nepal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grime 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deepchord,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Gichy Dan,
Dark Day,
Monks,
Fluxion,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Minutemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Order,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anthony Braxton,
Brick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
Babytalk,
Robert Wyatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
Pylon,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.