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 Montenegro and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selecter to the disco 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yusef Lateef,
the Swans,
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
Sister Nancy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
Deepchord,
Monolake,
Deadbeat,
Mark Hollis,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Talk Talk,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.