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 Oman and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
Clear Light,
Wings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
The American Breed,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.