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 Mali and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Hill,
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
Scientists,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
John Lydon,
Minnie Riperton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
JFA,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
Pussy Galore,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.