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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
Minny Pops,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
Babytalk,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
Hasil Adkins,
Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
Qualms,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
the Normal,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
Gong,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
The Real Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.