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 Nauru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Maurizio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Loose Ends,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Sound Behaviour,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
Eve St. Jones,
Television,
Basic Channel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
The Associates,
Quantec,
Yaz,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.