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 Kosovo and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Interpol to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
In Retrospect,
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
Sight & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
The Doors,
Motorama,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.