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 Madagascar and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 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 Mad Mike to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Lydon,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.