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 Poland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Loose Ends to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
Nas,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Buzzcocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Metal Thangz,
Janne Schatter,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
Vainqueur,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
Iggy Pop,
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
Dark Day,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.