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 Turkey and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Skatalites to the jazz 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
The Sound,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Banda Bassotti,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.