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 Andorra and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Skatalites to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Bush Tetras,
Wire,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
The Invisible,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
The Buckinghams,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.