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 Mexico and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angry Samoans 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
DJ Sneak,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aswad,
Section 25,
Cymande,
The Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
The Evens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Japan,
the Germs,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
Altered Images,
The Smiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.