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 St Lucia 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Easy Going to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
DNA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
Suburban Knight,
The Mummies,
Lungfish,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
Fear,
Marmalade,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
the Slits,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.