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 Sri Lanka and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
Accadde A,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
The Cure,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Terry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
The Fuzztones,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
JFA,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
The Doors,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.