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 Malaysia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Groovy Waters to the punk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Visage,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
Trumans Water,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Lalo Schifrin,
a-ha,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Move,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.