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 Korea North and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Names to the crunk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
Shoche,
The Sound,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.