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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lungfish 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Minor Threat,
Inner City,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
DNA,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.