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 Malta and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 The Dead C to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Black Flag,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Negative Approach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
Spandau Ballet,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.