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 Djibouti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Sun City Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
Model 500,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Last Poets,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slave,
Roxette,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.