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 Estonia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Cramps to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
U.S. Maple,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker,
Steve Hackett,
Crooked Eye,
The Raincoats,
Flipper,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monks,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lightning Bolt,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.