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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Icehouse 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
Stetsasonic,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Main Source,
Monks,
Skaos,
Crime,
EPMD,
Mission of Burma,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
The Names,
the Germs,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
Wire,
Neu!,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.