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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Pop Group to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T,
Howard Jones,
Derrick May,
Reuben Wilson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magma,
Al Stewart,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
Ultra Naté,
Mark Hollis,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
Nico,
AZ,
Qualms,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.