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 Portugal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Piero Umiliani to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
Soft Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
Pantytec,
Yaz,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Near,
The Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Boredoms,
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian,
Carl Craig,
Schoolly D,
Sandy B,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Guru Guru,
Basic Channel,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
Cymande,
the Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
Marcia Griffiths,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.