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 Benin and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
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 sitar 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 Janne Schatter 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shoche,
Judy Mowatt,
Niagra,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
Robert Hood,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
Janne Schatter,
Icehouse,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers,
Jandek,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
Pagans,
Easy Going,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.