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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Knickerbockers to the jazz 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
Mission of Burma,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalann,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
Suburban Knight,
JFA,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Warren Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
Television,
Half Japanese,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gories,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.