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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Raincoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
David Axelrod,
The Evens,
Oneida,
Fluxion,
Vainqueur,
PIL,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Thompson Twins,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
Sun City Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy Collins,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
Bronski Beat,
Animal Collective,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
Mars,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
MC5,
Inner City,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Graham Central Station,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.