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 Belize and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grunge 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
cv313,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Clear Light,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jawbox,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
Slave,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
Nico,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.