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 Macedonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Mummies to the disco 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
Brick,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Niagra,
Erykah Badu,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
June of 44,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
The Remains,
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.