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 Estonia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 The United States of America to the grime 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
Cameo,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
Suburban Knight,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.