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 Gabon and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Scion,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Derrick May,
Radiohead,
Deakin,
Rekid,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Dennis Brown,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter & Gordon,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette,
Pylon,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doors,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.