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 Greece and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Terry to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends,
Nas,
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.