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 Grenada and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
The Moleskins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
the Slits,
Robert Hood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Oneida,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
Icehouse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.