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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tom Boy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
Dennis Brown,
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.