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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Section 25 to the funk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
Lower 48,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
Michelle Simonal,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mars,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
PIL,
Warren Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
Rapeman,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.