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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Camouflage to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
Pere Ubu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
Make Up,
a-ha,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
The Young Rascals,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
Ossler,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Hashim,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scientists,
MDC,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
Q65,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.