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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
10cc,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
MDC,
Accadde A,
Jawbox,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
cv313,
Rekid,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.