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 Laos and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Alton Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
Panda Bear,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Talk Talk,
Mars,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
World's Most,
Leonard Cohen,
Y Pants,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.