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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boredoms to the rap 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott Heron,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Mandrill,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Organ,
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
FM Einheit,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.