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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
The Buckinghams,
Mandrill,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
Agent Orange,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Sandy B,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.