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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Schoolly D to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Rundgren,
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
Pole,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
K-Klass,
Q and Not U,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.