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 Peru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 The Cramps to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
Quando Quango,
Black Bananas,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Interpol,
Sonic Youth,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
Ornette Coleman,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface,
Barry Ungar,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.