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 Korea North and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
Unwound,
Thee Headcoats,
CMW,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
Lalann,
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Popol Vuh,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
ABBA,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.