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 Korea North and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
Magma,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.