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 Niger and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magazine,
Fugazi,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
Q65,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
Nas,
Intrusion,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Black Pus,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
the Association,
The Leaves,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
Japan,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.