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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 KRS-One to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
MDC,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Japan,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Happenings,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.