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 Albania and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rapeman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Rekid,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA,
Boredoms,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.