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 Gambia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 The Dead C to the disco 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Tremeloes,
Inner City,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zapp,
Whodini,
Lindisfarne,
Arab on Radar,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra,
ABBA,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Swans,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.