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 Mongolia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Youth Brigade to the crunk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Funkadelic,
Arab on Radar,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Sherman,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Techniques,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.