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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Fall to the rap 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Almond,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dawn Penn,
The Blackbyrds,
Excepter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
PIL,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Althea and Donna,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
Minor Threat,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
cv313,
Jeff Lynne,
Yellowson,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.