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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
OOIOO,
Youth Brigade,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Eurythmics,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flipper,
Blancmange,
Michelle Simonal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
Delon & Dalcan,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
Intrusion,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.