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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
the Swans,
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
Minnie Riperton,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
ABBA,
Symarip,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.