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 Bhutan and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Parrish to the jazz 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
Girls At Our Best!,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
David McCallum,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.