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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 The Skatalites to the electroclash 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
Quantec,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
The Move,
The Litter,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
Josef K,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
Excepter,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion,
The Walker Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
Depeche Mode,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
Cymande,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry,
R.M.O.,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.