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 Brazil and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
Monks,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mo-Dettes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
Smog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q65,
Hot Snakes,
Flash Fearless,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.