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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Animal Collective to the disco 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
The Happenings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Hill,
Fear,
Q and Not U,
Babytalk,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Whodini,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
This Heat,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
Erasure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.