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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chrome to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
Urselle,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
The Names,
This Heat,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
New Order,
Joe Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
DNA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Icehouse,
Scion,
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
The Raincoats,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.