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 India and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Saints to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
Lindisfarne,
Morten Harket,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
Mission of Burma,
Don Cherry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
Liliput,
Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.