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 Burundi and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
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 Black Pus to the rap 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Excepter,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
Smog,
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
Flash Fearless,
The Evens,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
Slave,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.