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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
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 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 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 Yusef Lateef to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
Deakin,
Cameo,
Japan,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
Al Stewart,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
The Move,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
Franke,
Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.