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 Mali and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls,
Slave,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
B.T. Express,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zapp,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.