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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T.S.O.L.,
a-ha,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
Jandek,
Hashim,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
Johnny Clarke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yellowson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
Quadrant,
Banda Bassotti,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
The Seeds,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.