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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Darondo to the rap 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
Index,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Wings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Alison Limerick,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sandy B,
Alphaville,
a-ha,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.