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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smog 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
Stereo Dub,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
The Martian,
X-101,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller,
Black Sheep,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rufus Thomas,
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.