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 Laos and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
Pole,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
Yaz,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.