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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jacques Brel to the rap 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Christie,
Zero Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
Traffic Nightmare,
In Retrospect,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
Skriet,
The Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
Josef K,
Shoche,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
Nas,
Make Up,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.