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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
Cymande,
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield,
Max Romeo,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
The Cure,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Clarke,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
Man Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.