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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Outsiders to the rap 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Essential Logic,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
Monolake,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül II,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
Nas,
The Residents,
Quantec,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
Marmalade,
The Music Machine,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.