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 Syria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The American Breed to the disco 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
Fatback Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters,
Davy DMX,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
E-Dancer,
The Residents,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
Josef K,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.