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 Canada and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Terry Callier to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
the Slits,
UT,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
Altered Images,
Marine Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
Symarip,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins,
Stereo Dub,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.