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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
Rakim,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Wyatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
Easy Going,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
Andrew Hill,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
Yazoo,
DNA,
The Monks,
Bad Manners,
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.