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 Morocco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Birthday Party to the rap 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Mark Hollis,
Ultra Naté,
Livin' Joy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Technova,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül,
Youth Brigade,
Sound Behaviour,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
Soul II Soul,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Smog,
Clear Light,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.