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 Russia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
X-101,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly,
Skaos,
John Holt,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
Visage,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.