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 Thailand and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Dirtbombs 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lyres,
Scratch Acid,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
AZ,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.