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 Romania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Mr. Review,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
The Victims,
F. McDonald,
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
Aloha Tigers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.