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 Poland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Khruangbin,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
Guru Guru,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Archie Shepp,
The Vogues,
H. Thieme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.