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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quando Quango to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
Kayak,
DNA,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joey Negro,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
Josef K,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
The Tremeloes,
The Litter,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
Spandau Ballet,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.