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 Canada and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Masters at Work to the rap 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
Jacques Brel,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
Scion,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
Byron Stingily,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.