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 Haiti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Sonny Sharrock to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All JFA 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
Nas,
Schoolly D,
The Vogues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T. Rex,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.