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 Bolivia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Pylon,
Ossler,
Spandau Ballet,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
Zero Boys,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
Scrapy,
Fluxion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Crash Course in Science,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang of Four,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Henry Cow,
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.