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 Russia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Blossom Toes,
T. Rex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
World's Most,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
Eric Copeland,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul II Soul,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
Howard Jones,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
Hashim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.