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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 New Age Steppers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
Joyce Sims,
Aloha Tigers,
Adolescents,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.