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 St Kitts & Nevis and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Stetsasonic to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
Supertramp,
The Grass Roots,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
Patti Smith,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Lynne,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
Swans,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
Inner City,
Amon Düül II,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
cv313,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.