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 China and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funkadelic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
Marmalade,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
In Retrospect,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
Eve St. Jones,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.