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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Yusef Lateef to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
LL Cool J,
The Grass Roots,
Funkadelic,
U.S. Maple,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Desert Stars,
Deadbeat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Association,
Scrapy,
D'Angelo,
John Foxx,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
Black Flag,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
The Stooges,
New Order,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.