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 Armenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Image Ltd. to the funk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jandek,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Jacques Brel,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.