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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Lower 48 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
Liliput,
Idris Muhammad,
Inner City,
Wasted Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brick,
MC5,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Anthony Braxton,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
Yaz,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
The Motions,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Make Up,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.