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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Colin Newman to the techno 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nas,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Enemy,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
June Days,
Soft Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
Althea and Donna,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
Hardrive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.