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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Names,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rapeman,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
Black Moon,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy,
Visage,
June Days,
Aswad,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
Country Teasers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
X-102,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.