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 Portugal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Sex Pistols to the techno 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Byrd,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Residents,
The Index,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
Interpol,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Move,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.