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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Shoche to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag,
John Holt,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
The Searchers,
Black Bananas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
Pulsallama,
Brick,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Dawn Penn,
In Retrospect,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.