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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispy Ambulance to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Pere Ubu,
The Motions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Yaz,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.