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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
Funky Four + One,
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
Susan Cadogan,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
Hoover,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.