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 Bhutan and from New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fela Kuti to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
FM Einheit,
Magazine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
Todd Terry,
Altered Images,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
Niagra,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
Ituana,
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
Scientists,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.