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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Neil Young to the rap 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
In Retrospect,
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger,
The Gap Band,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flipper,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Malaria!,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Age Steppers,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deakin,
Easy Going,
The Moleskins,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
AZ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.