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 Cameroon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Terry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lower 48,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
D'Angelo,
Jandek,
The Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
Monolake,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
Qualms,
The Dirtbombs,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.